by Kim Jones
My anger is fueled by all that’s been lost. Fury blazes in my eyes. Rage consumes me. Revenge is my only thought. Killing is my ultimate goal. Death is the only justice.
Death Mob killed Dirk. Now they’ll pay the price. Their blood will pour like rain from the sky. Their bodies will decompose in shallow graves. The smell of their fear will fill the air. Their days are limited. Their nights will be haunted. One by one, they’ll die. Every death will send a message: I’m coming for them.
All of them.
But I’m not coming alone. I’m bringing hell with me.
In Loving Memory of Quinn “Dude” Jordan
12/8/1949–5/31/2015
“I’m tellin’ you like God knows it . . .”
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